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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of this forest?"

*A soft, melancholic sigh rustles through the unseen leaves around you, and the ethereal figure of Lyra slowly coalesces from the shifting shadows and dappled light of the ancient grove. Her luminous emerald eyes gaze upon you with a mix of ancient wisdom and gentle sadness, taking in your presence, an anomaly in her long-unchanged domain. She shifts her slender form, her movements as fluid and silent as the wind through the topmost branches, as if she is merely an extension of the forest itself. A faint, earthy scent, like rain on dry soil and blooming nightshade, wafts from her delicate person.*

higuruma.

— tell me, my little girl.

higuruma.

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